Best friends since childhood, FL and ML, the son of an alpha, had an affair when ML was crowned alpha, even though they weren't meant for each other. But the next day, ML chose her true mate, breaking FL's heart. Years later, FL, now a famous doctor, secretly raises the triplets she had from this affair. One day, ML, deceived and rejected by her mate, needs FL's help. When they meet again, ML discovers that FL is her second chance mate, but FL cannot recognize the connection because she is the victim of a curse.
The rain fell into a cold and ruthless curtain, crushing on earth with the regularity of a heartbeat. The metal smell of blood mingled, transported by the wind that rushed between the knotted trees, whistling through the silent forest. There was no more cries, no more grunts of rage or pain. Just this heavy silence, punctuated by the hammer of the downpour.
She gave her teeth and accelerated the step, her boots sinking into the mud. The call had come at dawn, a distant, raucous howl, barely distinct in the dark. She had hesitated. An injured wolf alone. She was no longer used to acting like this, to respond to instinct rather than reason. But something, a deaf pulsation under his skin, had pushed her to come out. So she had grabbed her care kit and sank into the woods.
The path was steep, traitor in the rain which transformed it into a sliding heap. She was not afraid. The darkness of the forest was no longer worrying for her. She had grown there, had learned to listen to the murmurs, to recognize the dangers. It was once a familiar territory, a refuge where she felt in her place. Now it was just a shadow of the past.
She stopped clearly when she saw him.
The dark mass lay between the roots of a tree, a twisted, inert body. Even from a distance, it distinguished the sides raised by difficult, breathtaking breathing. The smell of blood was strong, heady. She knelt, placing her fingers on the soaked coat. He was hot under his palm, but the fever was there, insidious. She folds her eyes, looking for wounds.
The notches were deep. Claws. Crocs. He had fought, and he had lost. Pieces of flesh hung in shreds on its sides, and a gaping wound marked its shoulder. He had not had to flee far before his forces abandoned him.
She sighed and opened her kit, ignoring the unpleasant feeling that tied her stomach. Care him. This is what she knew how to do. Not think. Not wondering where he came from, or why he was alone. Only act.
The minutes went into a familiar monotony. She cleaned, curled up, shining efficiently. The wolf did not react, apart from a few tremors at each pressure too supported. He had to be on the verge of unconsciousness. When she finished, she stood squatting for a moment, staring at the dark, reflecting coat.
She couldn't leave him there.
The idea made her hesitate. Taking care of him here was one thing. Taking her home was another. It's been too long since she had crowned anyone. But leaving him in this rain, injured and unable to defend himself was to sign his death warrant.
She pushed an annoyed sigh, as if she could convince herself that all of this bothered her deeply. Then, carefully, she slipped her arms under the solid body and pulled with all her might. The weight almost unbalanced it, but it held out.
She brought the wolf home.
***
The flames projected a trembling glow on the walls of the room. The smell of blood persisted despite alcohol and ointments. She was washed with her hands, then remained standing, observing the body lying on the table.
She hadn't seen her face yet. He had transformed himself during the journey, his features returning to a human form in a natural process of healing. But she hadn't tried to look at. Maybe because she knew that the answer would not please her.
She ends up approaching, her heart heavier than she would have liked.
He had a pale complexion, almost cadaverous under the sparkle of the lamp. The brown wicks, soaked and tangled, glued to his sweetened forehead. His jaw, once strong and proud, was marked by fatigue and exhaustion. He had changed. Skinny, more marked. But it was him.
She felt something break in her.
The storm of memories fell, brutal, relentless. The nights spent laughing under the moon, the murmurs exchanged in the secret of the woods, the warmth of her arms around her. Then abandonment, tear, the void left behind.
She went back, her fingers closing on the edge of the table as if it could give her a catch on reality. He shouldn't be there. He should no longer exist in his world.
But he was there.
And he was broken.
She looked away, feeling a dull anger getting into her. It was not his problem. It would never be his problem again. She did what she had to do. Cure. Save. Now he would leave.
She turned away and went out, leaving behind the ghost of the past.
***
The cold clung to his skin as a second suffering. He walked without a specific goal, guided by a single necessity: move forward.
Each step sent a throbbing pain along its ribs. He felt blood drying against his skin, a constant reminder of his failure. But it was not the physical pain that overwhelmed him the most.
He had lost everything.
The betrayal had been a dagger drunk so deeply that he doubted one day being able to remove the blade. He had believed in her. He believed that the moon had imposed on him. And he was wrong.
The weight of rejection still haunted him.
He stopped, his fists tense. His legs trembled under him, his breath was short. His body demanded rest, but her mind was screaming.
He had been king. Now he was nothing.
A thrill crossed him. The fever was gaining ground. He knew that he would not go further.
Then he felt something. A presence. Heat.
He opened his eyes, but his vision was blurred. He only lives a silhouette, a glow in the middle of nothingness. Hands that touched him, which wore him.
A smell.
Stealthy, familiar.
A memory broke out in his mind, a fleeting image, a voice he thought disappeared.
Then nothing.
***
When he opened his eyes, he first thought he was dead.
The ceiling was familiar, and the smell assaulted it suddenly, drowning everything else. A gentle fragrance, that of medicinal plants and something more subtle, more intimate.
He straightened up too quickly and dazzling pain turned his chest to him. A groan escaped him, and a movement caught his gaze.
She was there.
Frozen near the door, the dark and impenetrable gaze.
His heart missed a beat.
It was impossible.
She should never have been there.
His gaze slid on his face. She was even more beautiful than in her memories. Harder too. A shadow hovered over its features, a new coldness, like a wall erected between them.
He opened his mouth, but no word came.
She crossed her arms and spoke the first.
- Don't get mistaken. I treated you. That's it.
His voice was sharp, without the slightest emotion.
He swallowed with difficulty, fighting against the flood of sensations that invaded him.
She looked at him as a stranger.
And he understood.
He no longer had his place here.
He had never had his place with her.
Silence settled, heavy, cruel.
She ended up looking away, and this simple gesture hurt her more than all the wounds of her united body.
He thought he had known the pain.
But it is only now, seeing this empty look on him, that he understood what really meant to be broken.
She had learned the news by chance, at the turn of a conversation that she shouldn't even have heard. A whisper escaped in the warm air in the afternoon, carried by the wind to its ears. Nothing very important in itself. Just a fact, information released with the nonchalance of those who ignore how a name can still burn.
He is back.
She hadn't reacted. Not a start, not a thrill. Just a slightly stronger heartbeat, quickly repressed. It was nothing. It didn't change anything.
So she had continued to work, classify vials and write her notes as if these words had not sought to dig a breach in her. She had not culled, not let the slightest crack appear. It was a long time since he had no importance.
The past was a corpse that she had buried with her own hands.
***
He didn't understand.
Something was wrong, something bored him since waking up. A diffuse, insidious feeling, which clung to him without him being able to name it. Like a whisper in the hollow of his skull, a thrill under his skin.
She.
Whenever she was there, the air seemed to vibrate differently. He felt her presence before she even speaks, even before she looked at him - if she still looked at him. He followed her with his gaze unwittingly, lingering on the curve of a gesture, on the fleeting light in his eyes.
But he didn't understand why.
There was no attachment between them. No link, no reason for his simple breath to haunt him.
However, every time she entered the room, he felt her own heart to miss a beat.
Jade, a young woman devastated by the betrayal of her loved ones, is forced to marry Liam, the fearsome local mafia boss, as part of a contract. Driven by a thirst for revenge, Jade is initially reluctant to bind herself to this powerful and ruthless man. However, through their interactions, she gradually discovers Liam's complexity and her own hidden feelings. Despite their differences, an irresistible attraction grows between Jade and Liam. Both must then face powerful enemies that threaten their relationship. Liam, haunted by his past as a mafia boss, struggles to protect Jade and gain her trust. Meanwhile, Jade, shattered by her previous experiences, must learn to open up again and trust this man who seems intent on saving her. Together, Jade and Liam must face the dangers that await them, while taming their own inner demons. Their quest for happiness will push them to question their beliefs and discover each other, in the hope of building a lasting and fulfilling relationship.
Emilie, an ambitious and self-confident woman, leads a fulfilling life until the day she is brutally abducted by Maxime, a wealthy businessman with a troubled past. Initially horrified by her situation, Emilie gradually discovers her captor's vulnerability and the complexity of his personality. Despite the circumstances of their meeting, an unexpected attraction grows between them, leading them to question their beliefs. As Emilie tries to uncover Maxime's secrets, she realizes he is haunted by demons from his past. For his part, Maxime, deeply scarred by his experiences, struggles to open up to Emilie and accept his feelings. Together, they will have to confront their own fears and prejudices to have any chance of building a healthy and fulfilling relationship. However, their budding love is threatened by Maxime's enemies, who seek to separate them. Emilie and Maxime must join forces to overcome these obstacles and prove that their bond is stronger than anything else. Their quest for freedom and happiness will push them to confront their inner demons and find the courage to give themselves a second chance.
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
When Corynn mustered up the courage to tell Elliot about her pregnancy, she unexpectedly found him gallantly helping another woman from his car. Her heart sank as three years of effort to secure his love crumbled before her eyes, compelling her to leave him behind. Three years later, life had taken Corynn down a new path with someone else, while Elliot was left grappling with regret. Seizing a moment of vulnerability, he pleaded, "Corynn, let's get married." Shaking her head with a faint smile, Corynn gently replied, "Sorry, I'm already engaged."
Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, “Do you think you deserve it?” Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, “Marry me?”
Blurb: Nina Morrison's life is a relentless struggle, torn between caring for her bedridden father and enduring her stepfamily's cruelty. But her world is shattered when a near-fatal encounter with Lucien Gray-the ruthless, untouchable head of a global consortium-pulls her into a nightmare of possession. Lucien is captivated by Nina's fiery defiance, determined to possess her at any cost. But Nina's will to rebuild herself is stronger than his obsession. As their paths collide, desire and revenge intertwine, forcing them to confront the darkness within themselves. Can Nina reclaim her life? Will Lucien's obsession destroy them both, or will they truly fall in love and live happily ever after?
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”